Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 15:12:27 -0400
From: Ned Arm
Subject: Oysters from Dad/Chapter 6
Oysters from Dad---Chapter 6
Having the cruise to nowhere with Dad and Don as roommates was almost
surreal, but it was actually happening. Almost as soon as we were on
board, Dad scored with one of the ship's staff, and sort of
gave instructions that we should all three have as much male sexual contact
as we elected to do, whether with each other or on our own. It sounded
like a great idea, that we would just find studly guys
and drag them back to the stateroom at will. But things generally do not
happen quite like such a fantasy, and that was certainly the case with us
on this cruise.
That is not to say that we were not enjoying each other, we certainly were.
If there had been no one else on the ship, we would have enjoyed each
other, and we certainly did have sexual satiety with the
three of us. On the first day at sea, we started the day with blow jobs
all around as we had champagne in our room. Dickie-dipping into the fluted
champagne glasses, and then licking and sucking the
champagne off each other's cock. We spent much of the rest of the morning
by the pool, relaxing, reading. We agreed that whatever happened during
the day that we would finish the day with drinks on our veranda at late
night with just the three of us, and would finish off each other during the
evening together. Don made the declaration that he wanted to be fucked by
each of us every day. Dad and I agreed, the only issue would be who got
his ass first, me or Dad.
On Day Two, Dad and I were having coffee while Don slept in, and Dad
calculated the odds. The ship held 750, and roughly 500 of those were
female. Of the 250 males, using the 1-out-of-six statistic, that
meant that about 40 males on the ship would participate in a male to male
activity. Dad smiled at me, and challenged me to see which one of us could
find one of the 40 during the day. The prize? A long
slow blow job. Yea, OK, I was in!
Dad and I left Don sleeping as we went to the pool to work on our tans, a
delicate task for us blondes with fair skin. We were both wearing skimpy
Speedo suits, which seemed to attract a lot of the females but no males
seemed to be on the make that morning. When we gave it up and went inside,
we stopped at the cruise director's office to ask a question and engaged in
small talk with one of the staff.
Drakos was the name of the guy, a Greek, with rugged good looks and thick
black curly hair. He could have been on a Greek vase, his features were so
classic. His name on his desk nameplate was Angelo
Drakos, but when I asked why he went only by his last name, he flashed a
big white smile and said wickedly "Because I am no angel."
He invited us to sit and chat, and we sat right where he could see directly
into our crotches since we were still in our Speedo suits. He seemed
highly interested in the packages there, and carried on conversation while
blatantly staring right into our crotch. I began to react some as I
stroked my bulge and my bulge got bigger, a fact that Drakos certainly
observed. Dad was well aware of the cruising, and
he casually put his hand on my thigh, higher than society would permit of
course, and began rubbing my thigh slowly, up close to my package, helping
me to bulge even more. Drakos was nearly drooling by
now and we both knew it. When we invited him to come visit us in the room,
he nervously said he was not permitted to do that. Dad smiled at him and
said, "Hey, we are going to go shower, and you can follow in a few minutes,
the door will be open ajar and no one will ever know." He just nodded, too
excited to speak it seemed.
We showered, and Dad insisted that we greet our Greek friend stark naked. I
thought that was a bit much, but agreed. I asked Dad what we were going to
do with Drakos, and he smiled a wicked smile and said, "Drain his tanks and
send him on his way." And that is what we did.
Drakos slipped into the room quietly, and there was an audible intake of
breathe as he took in the view of me and Dad in the nude. Obviously, our
dicks were plumped up with the excitement of possible sexual activity, and
he simply stared and stared as he started dropping his clothes. There had
been a prominent bulge in his tight black trousers, and when they came
down, the explanation of the bulge was answered. Long, thick, and uncut. By
the time he had stepped out of his bikini underwear., all three of us had
hard cock. If it were a contest, Drakos would have won "the Biggest" by a
mile. We fooled around a bit, with some making out, lots of groping and
fondling, nipple twisting, armpit tasting, and
gentle jacking before both Dad and I went to the knees. We pushed Drakos
onto his back on the bed, and he spread his legs as wide as he could to
give both of us access.
It did not take long before Drakos was begging us to slow up, "Hey guys,
hold off, I'm gonna cum if you don't slow it down." Drakos did not stand a
chance. We did not slow anything down, and he was almost immediately
spurting a gigantic load all over his belly. We administered warm towels
and he was cleaned quickly, it all happened fast. He was one of those who
needed to "cum and run" to get back to his job, he explained as he dressed.
"You guys lovers or just friends?" When we told him Dad and Son, he
dribbled a stringy rope of precum which hung from the tip of his cock, in
his excitement with the knowledge. "I wanna come back to you guys, OK?" And
we agreed it was "OK". He left and Dad and I did a quick post-mortem
briefing, and agreed he might be worth a return match. Big Greek cock!
After lunch, Dad went back to the room to read and relax while Don and I
found a lounge with a great view of the ocean that we were cruising
through, and settled in to the bar. The barman was one helluva
cute guy, and Don and I were sort of speculating as to whether we could get
his pants off. But Fate intervened, and two guys came into the bar and sat
directly across from us at the U-shaped bar. They were both good looking,
interesting looking guys, and we nodded greetings. Before too long, we
were chatting across the bar, and then gravitated to a table for four.
They were husbands of two of the travel agents, and had just met a few
hours earlier. Both were roughly forty, and seemed to be oozing
testosterone, you could almost smell it. After a few more drinks,
the conversation got even cozier when the question was posed if Don and I
were twins. We had played this game before, and we egged them on by
letting them think that we were actually twins. "Fraternal." That lie led
to a lot of chat which turned to the naughty. "Bet you guys played
together, growing up, eh?" and we led them on with sexual innuendo with
every question and answer. "Still do" I commented. That caused some sexual
tension for sure. "Did you ever trade blow jobs?' and we just smiled and
Don said, "Still do" which seemed to cause even greater sexual electricity
in the air. When Ron asked if our dicks were identical or if one of us had
the bigger dick, we admitted that, yes, one of us had a dick bigger than
the other. "Which one?" and we teased them with raunchy comments without
admitting or answering the question. Ron seemed highly interested and
suggested that he would be highly interested in seeing us naked, and that
played directly into our hands. We invited them back to our stateroom for
some "show and tell" just like teen-age boys. Joe said he had had enough
of this juvenile conversation and he abruptly got up and left. We asked
Ron is he wanted to continue, and It did not
take any arm twisting for him to agree to come to the room.
Once there, we poured stiff drinks all around. Ron was quite willing to
get his pants down, and by the time the second stiff drink had been
consumed we were all naked and showing off out hard cocks. The
first activity was to let him figure out which one was the bigger, but he
decided that he could not decide. We let him fondle, handle, stroke and
touch all that he wanted, but he still came out with our dick size
being a draw. Ron was displaying a very nice cannon himself, and did not
object when we both started the groping and fondling of his equipment. Before
long, he hoarsely said, "OK, what about the blow jobs? I wanna see that." I
went down on my knees sucking Don briefly then I simply moved to my right
and put my lips around Ron. He moaned loudly and started fucking my face
frantically, which was actually a turn on for all of us. Fairly quickly,
however, Ron traded places with me, providing
confirmation that this was definitely not his first time eating dick. He
was damned good, and a very hungry cocksucker! In turn, Don next had Joe's
cock buried in his throat, giving deep service, when Joe
pushed back and announced that he did not want to cum just yet, so we
called a rest break. More stiff drinks. More stiff cocks.
While the three of us were in a group hug, making out, playing with each
other's cock and balls, there was a distinct noise of a door closing, and
Dad appeared, naked as a jay bird with his hefty cock swinging. Ron was
dumbfounded when we introduced him as "Our Dad". Dad smiled and came up to
us, joining the circle between me and Don, and said, "I hope my boys have
been showing you a good time." Ron seemed to be near hyper-ventilating, as
he stammered and stuttered to confirm that we
were actually Dad and Sons. Dad just settled in and made his physical
presence known by sensuously kissing each of us while Ron watched. When
Ron had caught his breath, he was intensely titillated by
the fact that it was really our Dad, and he had a myriad of questions,
barking them out in machine gun fashion. With each question, we would
demonstrate our affection with interaction with each other. "Do you guys
suck your Dad?" "Sure, just watch." "Does he suck you?" "Sure, just
watch." Eventually, the sexual excitement got the best of him, and as Dad
stroked Ron's cock and fondled his nuts while Don and I
continued to kiss and make out with him, he blew a copious amount of cum
into and onto Dad's hand.
Some "cum and run" but Ron wanted to "cum and stay", lingering and
loitering. Dad found the words and the way to show him the door nicely,
with Ron promising to "come back and suck all three of you guys".
As the door closed behind him, Dad said, "OK, who is fixing the drinks?"
and Don got up to do so. Dad hugged me and said, "Hey Don, they can wait,
let's not waste these hard-ons." And we didn't!
* * * * *
Late one night, we were enjoying the evening on the veranda when Dad made
the comment that our friend, Ron, had given him an idea for something he
wanted to try. Never backing down from a new sexual experiment, Dad asked
me and Don to lie on the bed, ass to ass, so that our dicks could be placed
together. When we were positioned as close as our bodies would allow, with
our dicks together like two flagpoles, Dad went down on both cocks. When
he got both cocks in his mouth, both of us jerked and twisted in a
pleasurable erotic reaction. To feel my brother's cock next to mine, while
Dad had both in his mouth was almost otherworldly!
He came off several times to adjust and readjust his oral intake,
and on one of those, he begged us to "cum at the same time, if you can". We
had no gauge to measure the rising cum, but when one of us blew, the other
did as well, just as he requested. I could feel Don's
cock quivering as he spurted, and I know he could feel me in the same
manner. Dad came up with white cum on his lips and all around his mouth,
but he bragged that he "got most of it." He said it had become
a fantasy to blow both of his sons at the same time, and he was pleased to
have done it. "I have friends that I want to tell and to brag about this"
he said, but would not admit to who those friends were. It
was one helluva an erotic experience.
* * * * *
It was the next morning while shaving and showering that Tomas, our
erstwhile butler, showed up with the morning coffee. We had had a
threesome with Tomas on the first day of the cruise, and in the
intervening time, each of us, Dad, Don, and myself, each had had an oral
encounter with Tomas on our own. It was not planned that way, it just
happened that one of us always seemed to be in the room when he came to do
his bar-stock-up, etc., and he was always amenable to some oral action. Tomas
had a very solid body, stocky, hairy, with a 'stache and steel gray eyes. His
cock was a solid six inches, in the bottle shape of dicks, with a
well-trimmed pubic bush. He loved to suck and he loved to be sucked, but
always as a "quickie" since he, too, was not to socially fraternize with
the ship's guests.
On this morning, all three of us were in various states of dress and
undress when Tomas arrived, Don was nude and at the sink shaving.
Don wiggled his butt at Tomas and asked if he would like to fuck his ass
that morning. Tomas, ever the gentleman, said that he liked to work on the
front side of a man, but he did not like to work on the
backside. Don chided him, telling him he did not know what he was missing.
Then rather coyly, Tomas said to Don, "If you want someone to do that for
you, I can send some of my friends to take care of
you." Don was elated, "Hell yes, Tomas, send all you can, I can take them
all on. But I am pissed you have not offered this before." Tomas just
smiled and said he did not know that such service was
required. He then asked what time Don wanted to be serviced and by how
many. Don seemed pensive for a long moment, then replied "OK, two for me
to get my ass plowed properly, and one for Dad and one more for Ned." Tomas
just smiled and said "Will 4:00 o'clock suit you gentlemen?" And we all
said "Sure".
When Tomas left, we discussed his offer, and both Don and I thought he was
just bullshitting with us. Dad, however, said that he believed that Tomas
would live up to his commitment. Dad cautioned, "Just
save your stuff and do not blow anything so that you have some fluids to
share, and Don, make sure your ass is good and clean by 4:00." It was
something to look forward to, whether it was going to happen or not.
It happened.
Precisely at 4:00, the knock at the door was Tomas. He wanted to confirm
that we were ready for guests, and when we assured him we were, he used his
phone to make a call. Within a few minutes, there were several more knocks
at the door, as four men showed up, one by one. Tomas left discreetly.
I might not have chosen all four for myself, but a couple of them were
stunners! One rather weedy one announced that he was a top, and only had a
brief time to perform and wanted to know what he was expected to do. Don
told him he wanted to first check out the goods, and the skinny guy dropped
trou to show that he had an exceptionally long and thick dick. Don said
"Damn, you passed muster, who else is here to top?" All of the remaining
three guys were undressing since they all knew what they were
there for, and one said, "Any and all of us can do that." With that, Don
eyed them up and pointed to one of the guys, also one that I considered
less than physically attractive though obviously well-hung with probably
the longest dong in the group. Don headed to the bedroom with the two of
them in tow.
It seemed to me that the two most attractive ones were left for me and Dad.
One was older, likely Dad's age, and the other in his thirties, slightly
older than me.Unlike Don who was anxious to get cock in his ass, Dad and I
took our time, with some slow touching of their bodies, passionate
caressing, with gentle cock groping and stroking, deep wet kissing, just an
intimate build-up. I loved to taste Dad's armpits with the clean manly
smell, and both of these had delicious pits as well. I had six delicious
pits to gnaw on!
It was working like magic, as the four dicks were well on the rise. The
meat on display was in the really nice range of cocks, hung on nice bodies.
Both guys were muscular, and both cocks in the same size range as me and
Dad. There was no rush for anything, and things happened pretty naturally,
as blow jobs gradually became the order of the day. I recall being on my
knees with Dad and the other two displaying three hard cock for me to
taste, and it was fucking hot.I recall both of them on their knees with me
and Dad receiving oral ministrations, with the guys switching from Dad to
me, sucking dick and sucking balls. Dad usually gave the instructions in
this kind of scenario, but the older one of the two, Karl, declared that
they would take us any time we wanted to blow, or would wait as long as we
wanted to be sucked. Dad looked at me, said "You want to be sucked off now
or jacked off later?" "Suit yourself, Dad" and he said, "OK, I am giving
it to him right now." All
he had to do was say that, and I started blowing also, giving my load to
Ivo. Both Karl and Ivo took our loads hungrily and then stood up, their
hard dicks waving. Dad simply went down on Karl and I followed
suit with Ivo. They were ready to blow immediately and we took their loads
just as hungrily as they had taken ours.
Ever the bartender, Dad began taking drink orders. At one point, he said,
"Damn this room smells like male sex and reeks of stale cum. And I'll bet
that bedroom smells like freshly fucked ass!" Ivo, my
personal cocksucker, smiled widely and said, "I am a cleaner on the ship, I
will have this room smelling fresh in no time. I will just say that
someone has vomited and will get the supplies here quickly."
As Ivo hustled off to get the cleaning supplies, our other suck buddy, Karl,
was enjoying his drink and chatting with Dad, and they seemed to be getting
along like a house afire. He was probably the finest
specimen among the group, handsome, well-hung, muscular body, and obviously
intelligent. He was on the ship's staff, but would not give out his exact
responsibilities. Dad shocked the shit out of me when
he said to the guy, 'Can you come back tonight about 10:00?" Karl said,
"Sure. Maybe you want me to stay the night?" and Dad said that was
"entirely possible." The guy asked about Ivo, his buddy the
cleaner, and Dad said, "Yea, him too." Several minutes later when Don
staggered out of the bedroom with a huge smile on his face, Dad asked him
if he wanted a repeat performance. "Fuck yea" Don said,
"these guys know what they are doing." His guys were smiling and when
asked if they wanted to come back in the evening, they both smiled as
widely as Don. So, orgy for seven of us at ten o'clock.
As each of Don's tops left, Dad slipped a bill of some denomination into
their hands and said, "More of that if you return tonight." I had no doubt
that we were going to have a performance to remember. Ivo
returned with the cleaning supplies and set about his work, working around
Karl and Dad who were still locked in conversation. Don's studs were out
the door, Don was having a hot shower.
I took my drink out to the veranda and enjoyed the warm Caribbean breeze.
Only one more day and the cruise would be over and we would return to our
more normal lives. Dad had said that "One cannot have oysters every day." But
it sure seemed like we were breaking the rule on this cruise! We had just
had two hours of hot sex and in four more hours, we were scheduled for a
repeat performance. Seemed like a lot of oysters to me!
* * * * *
If you want to know more of the story, you have to let me know at
NedArm217@gmail.com.
And for those who continue to ask, yes, the basis of this story is, indeed,
true.